Awake.

As I wake up everytime,
and think of you as mine,
I cry the tears
the gods say is rain.
And I drown myself,
forcefully,
not trying
to endure the pain..

I sob my heart,
into a fearful fit,
to stop myself,
to part.
And I sit,
restlessly grieving
what had never been mine...



And the rain does not stop,
not until sunlight has found it.
That must be soon.